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She even unwraps her wrists this time, and I get to take full stock of the number of bumps and bruises she’s collected over the past several trying days. It looks like the raw flesh from where she was bound is healing nicely.
Turning on the shower, I wait for the water to get warm, then I step beneath the stream. Catching Alina’s fingers, I pull her with me, and we share the water as I hold her close.
“I think it’s time we lay down some ground rules,” Alina says.
“Mmm, like what?” I ask, quirking a brow.
“No more near-death situations—or kidnappings. I’m kind of tired of being held hostage.”
A rumbling chuckle rises from my chest, and it feels good to laugh. It helps ease the sadness weighing on my shoulders.
“But what if I want to tie you up?” I suggest, dipping my head to press a kiss to the hollow of her shoulder.
Alina’s breath hitches, goosebumps rising along the nape of her neck and making my cock twitch.
“I suppose I’d be amenable to negotiations,” she breathes, her hands sliding up my arms to grip my shoulders.
I hum my approval. “What else?” I ask, turning her slowly in my arms to let the water cascade down the front of her body. But I don’t let her go. Instead, I keep her back against my chest, her full ass pressing into my hips. The feel of her warm, supple flesh is dangerously enticing.
“Umm…” Alina gasps, her voice breathy as I return my attention to her neck. “You know, I’m sure I’ll remember the other points eventually…”
“Mm-hmm,” I murmur against her skin, loving the way she loses her train of thought when I’m teasing her. “I’m ready whenever you think of them,” I rumble, and when I nip the tender flesh behind her ear, she sucks in a sharp breath.
My arms snake around her waist, my hands splaying across her flat stomach as I savor the feel of my woman. That she’s still alive fills me with such intense appreciation that I fully intend to show her.
She seems to find my level as her hips rock back against my swiftly swelling cock.
Tipping her head back, she peers up at me over her shoulder, and when her fingers comb into my hair, pulling my lips down to her, I go willingly.
Capturing her lips, I kiss her with all my searing desire.
39
ALINA
Mishka’s tongue dances out to meet mine in a slow, sultry kiss. He tastes sweeter than a fine wine, and I know it’s my brush with death that makes every sensation razor sharp and intense. Each soft touch and gentle caress makes my heart flutter and my skin tingle.
I know what Mishka did tonight was the hardest thing he’s ever done—the hardest thing he’ll ever have to do. I love him all the more because he hasn’t even considered holding me responsible.
Instead, all I feel is his love and devotion, the tender concern and fierce passion of a man who would do anything to protect me. If I ever had a doubt in my mind, it vaporized tonight.
And in its place, what I feel for Mishka is so intense, I can barely contain it. I deepen our kiss as my emotions overwhelm me, and what starts as a tender moment turns into something so hot, it threatens to consume me.
Lips locked, I taste him deeply, relishing the deep moan that rushes from his chest and down my throat. One strong hand palms my breast as his other fingers press into my hip. His cock stiffens as it presses eagerly against my tailbone.
Trapped in Mishka’s embrace, I make out with him like we’re teenagers who have been left alone for the first time. Panted air rushes between us as we separate and come together without taking the time to properly catch our breath.
His chest is slick with water against my back, and the steam collecting in the shower makes the rising temperature feel that much more erotic. I’ve never had shower sex before, but right now, I want it with a carnal desperation. When I grind my hips back against Mishka, the soft growl he releases tells me it won’t be long before I get what I want.
Hand sliding down from my hip bone to the peak of my thighs, Mishka brushes his fingers over my clit, drawing a moan of pleasure from me as tingles race up my spine. Drawing circles on top of the sensitive pearl of flesh, he rubs my clit with the perfect amount of pressure.
My hips roll of their own accord, seeking the release he promises, and as his tongue delves deeper into my mouth, his erection twitches, hardening further against the base of my spine. Mishka’s foot presses against the inside of my ankle, guiding my legs apart, and as he reaches down to guide his thick tip to my entrance, I reach out to brace a palm against the shower’s rough stone wall.
“I just can’t get enough of you,” Mishka murmurs against my lips.
As he presses inside me, I whimper with excitement. Mishka’s everywhere, his hands kneading my breasts and teasing my nipples, circling my clit. His strong chest is pressed between my shoulder blades. His hips rock rhythmically against me, creating friction against my skin as he slides in and out of me with excruciating pleasure.
Our skin’s so wet from the steam and water pouring down on us that every time we come together, it makes an erotic slapping sound.
